Larry

Larry

A Chapter by Emily B

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He taught daughters

how to shoot a long rifle

and how to throw a tomahawk.

He taught me a few things,

too, maybe.

He filled small hands

with good things to eat

when mama wasn't looking.

He watched boys and girls

grow up.

Proud of every one.

Some folks leave

a large legacy.



© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
Women on the Frontier wasn't the same without him. I bet he was smiling somewhere.



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Making his place in hearts as they make their place in the world....sounds like a good man.

Posted 12 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

How about "The Man"?

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Posted 12 Years Ago


0 of 9 people found this review constructive.

indelible ~

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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 9 people found this review constructive.

Some hearts teach through their actions, and this man's actions speak loud to his character.

A fine tribute Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


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Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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footprints on the heart? a wonderful read :)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 7 people found this review constructive.

Sounds like an incredible memory to hold from time spent with a great person.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

ho sweet...some folks leave a large legacy..lovely.

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3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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